He pulled me into the duskiness of his bedroom. It was strewn in silvered hues and crystallized shadows. He shut and locked the door before he pressed me against the wall.
He planted both forearms on either side of my head, caging me in, consuming me with his presence.
His aura whipped and whirred, corruption and clove, talons that penetrated flesh and sank in to take hold.
Claws that would never let go.
I didn’t want them to.
I wanted him to violate every part of me.
Keep me.
Wreck me.
Take me.
“Say it.” His forehead dropped to mine, the action an achy plea. Harsh gusts of air wheezed from his lungs. “Say it.”
I felt his teeth clench with the command. His heart pitch. His spirit possess.
“Logan,” I whispered his name, overcome.
He angled back and hit me with the fierce strike of his eyes. “Say it, Aster. Say it and fucking mean it.”
It didn’t take much to understand what he meant.
What he needed.
And I knew it was my truth.
My spirit gave as my hands fisted the lapels of his jacket, and the words flooded from my mouth on my own plea. “I love you, Logan Lawson. I love you. I am yours. Today, tomorrow, and yesterday. Forever. I’m yours.”
Logan growled.
Soul deep.
“Say it back,” I whispered as my hands curled tighter. “Say it back.”
Those eyes raced my face, tracing every inch. His voice became a rasp of conviction. “You think I don’t love you, Aster Rose? You are the very meaning of it. You are the one who taught me what it meant.”
He had me in his arms before my mind could catch up. His mouth captured mine. His kiss a bond.
He wound a hand into my hair as that kiss turned rash. Rugged and hard.
He stroked his tongue deep into my mouth to tangle with mine.
Passion stormed.
White hot.
Desperate.
An inferno that would lay us to waste, but I would be glad to live in the wake of his fire.
Logan tugged my body flush to his, friction and flames, and our heartbeats became frantic as new lifeblood beat through our veins.
A resurgence.